Chapter 185: Picking A Class
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-"
Kyle often found himself jealous of his friends. They were all Supers, stronger than him, faster than him, and smarter than him. They also were all able to stick the landing. Even Hope. He, however, was unable. So, as soon as he found himself being warped through space, he also found himself screaming as he blinked into existence above the ground.
He dropped down fast, smashing onto his back, leaving him as a groaning mess. His world was still spinning, but he was able to tell right away that he wasn't in Oleander City anymore. He took several moments to steady his breathing and clear his blurry vision, but eventually, he sat up, letting out one last moan of pain.
"No, no, no—this can't seriously be happening, is it?" Kyle winced and stared with wide eyes at where he was. "Seriously. Why me? Why did my dad have to be right? Why did I have to be picked for this stupid fucking game!"
He knew enough about the Murder Games. His father had forced him to study up on them. Two years ago, he was caught in the middle of one, although he wasn't a player at the time. Whenever the game was held, it would take place in a city, and five players would be selected. It would go until the rules of the game finished, and then a few years later a new game would be held in a new city. Since these games took place in cities, there were plenty of people who weren't players that were caught in the crossfire. Those people would have the privilege of being players for the next game if they were chosen. That was how Lucifer got his players, each game constantly marking the poor bastards caught in the middle to be future players.
It was made all the worse by the fact the heroes couldn't do anything once the game started. A shield would appear around the city in question, coating it from top to bottom. Not even the Victorian could get through. So, the only help the players would get was from the heroes trapped in the city with them.
This was most of what he had been taught by his dad. His father had always been paranoid and feared something like this would happen one day. However, as Kyle used the knowledge his dad had drilled into him, he instantly became confused by what he saw.
He wasn't in a city. At least none that he knew.
There weren't any massive towers or small buildings. There weren't any people running around, and there weren't any roads or anything like that. Instead, he was in an open field. One that seemed to stretch out as far as the eye could see. In the distance, he saw a running river, and even further past that, giant mountains hung. He knew that each city could be vastly different, but this was just too insane to be any of them. It was as if he hadn't been teleported to any of the ten great cities.
But if that was the case... Then where the hell was he?
"Hello!"